It is clinched when they say that everyone has two faces. There has always been a balance between light and dark, a tightrope that we balance like an acrobat, always that small degree from crashing onto the ground. Some people seem to dance across life bright and beautiful, like prima ballerinas, leaping and flying, effortlessly to a joyful time. I had jealous of them. But i knew we all are having something special in our souls. Different but beautiful. I am finding. While my mind swirling, a cup of mocha turns cold...
